This object, after all, was a gift from her future mother-in-law.
It was supposed to be sothing for her self-defense, but unexpectedly, it ca in handy so soon.
With a soft ’thud’, the sound of a needle piercing through flesh was faint enough to be negligible.
But Li ngjun, who was already mid-air, suddenly twisted her face in pain and subsequently fell down in a more humiliating manner than An Yu had when she fell from above.
"You bitch, what did you do to ?" Li ngjun’s face contorted with ferocity as she tried to get up from the ground, only to find her body weak, itchy, painful, and completely beyond her control.
No wonder Aunt instructed her to be careful when using it, making sure not to hurt herself.
It turns out that the power of this thing is indeed formidable.
However, An Ning didn’t let her guard down, stepping back a few paces with Mistress Yan, then going over to help An Yu up, maintaining a distance from Li ngjun.
The item given by Aunt was indeed very effective, but nothing should be taken for granted. As long as Li ngjun still had a breath left, there was the potential for a counterattack, so staying farther away was safer.
Once Mistress Yan and An Yu were confird to be within a safe range, An Ning diverted a sliver of attention into the mystical space, just in ti to see the masked person bewildered as they were trapped inside.
An Ning curled her lips upward, and in the next second, the longsword on the waist of the figure in black clothes within the space suddenly disappeared. However, in reality, a longsword seemingly appeared out of nowhere in An Ning’s hand, stained with unwashed blood, gleaming coldly.
An Ning held the longsword, stepping forward one step at a ti, her face expressionless, indifferent like an Asura.
It was not until she was almost in front of Li ngjun that Mistress Yan finally reacted, realizing what she intended to do.
Hurriedly, Mistress Yan stepped forward. She was not trying to stop An Ning; after all, these people had brought them here with ill intentions, and though she was just an ordinary farm woman, she understood the principle of ’it’s either you or ’.
It’s just that, in her heart, she always felt that murder was a cri. An Ning was still young, and she must not get entangled in a murder case.
If soone absolutely had to make a move today, then let it be her!
Over the years, she had been wholeheartedly protecting An Ning, yet didn’t have the ability to give her a good life. As for An Yu, he had left her side not long after birth, and she never fulfilled any maternal duties.
She was ashad towards the two children, and perhaps this was the only thing she could do for them now.
But she was still too late.
Just as she reached behind An Ning, she heard the ’thud’ sound of a sword piercing as An Ning coldly plunged the longsword into Li ngjun’s abdon.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Specks all over, displaying a poisonous black.
An Ning’s feet felt a fierce heat.
Because the blood flowing from Li ngjun rapidly penetrated her shoes and socks.
"Ho..."
Mistress Yan halted in shock, a sound of disbelief escaping her throat, quickly stifling her own mouth.
In her first true act of killing, An Ning shook as she threw the longsword to the ground, forcing herself to calm down.
Turning back, An Ning looked at Mistress Yan and An Yu struggling to move on the ground, and said, "We must leave here imdiately."
Otherwise, once the death of Li ngjun or the disappearance of the masked person is discovered, their situation would likely beco even more perilous.
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